Life...?

What if I told you that I’m lost? So can I be found…? What if I told you that everyone hate me? So does love truly exist…? What if I told you that I can’t change? But everyone wants me to… What if I told you that I am Pain? Or am I outlined by it? What if I told you I’ve lost my love? Does this make me hate? What if I told you I have no more love to give? It’s been abused enough… What if I told you I have forgotten how to live? Am I truly alive? What if I told you I’m afraid to love? Or is love afraid of me? What if I told you that I’m gone? But I don’t remember where I’ve been… What if I told you that I’m lower that the dirt? Or at least that what I’ve been told… What if I told you all I need is love? But it doesn’t exist… What if I told you all I need is tolerance? Is that too much to ask…? What if I told you I can’t be who I am? Who am I…? What if I told you that I died a long time ago? Or was I ever alive…?